A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 71: Older Brother
Li Xuanxiao opened his eyes.
He sensed that his real body had already entered the secret realm.
Li Xuanxiao poked his head out from underground, secretly watching Feng Liuli and Zhao Lu as they moved farther away.
Still uneasy, he had deliberately sent a clone to monitor them.
There wasn’t anything too dangerous in the Qi Refining Stage.
Originally, it was supposed to be Lu Ziyin leading the group, but due to an accident, the leader this time was Eleventh Senior Brother.
A sincere and honest man.
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This journey started off surprisingly smooth, but a minor mishap occurred in the second half.
They encountered a beast tide.
A beast tide meant a large-scale riot of fierce beasts.
Luckily, both Feng Liuli and Zhao Lu were carrying poison that Li Xuanxiao had prepared for them.
“Hide behind me!”
Eleventh Senior Brother shouted.
Feng Liuli and Zhao Lu had already each taken out a small bottle of poison powder.
With just one sprinkle from each bottle, the fierce beasts dropped one after another.
Eleventh Senior Brother gave them a surprised glance, but there was no time to ask questions.
He took the two of them and ran like mad.
Thankfully, it all ended without danger, but Feng Liuli, Zhao Lu, and Eleventh Senior Brother got separated.
Feng Liuli walked alone along a mountain path, following it forward.
She didn’t even know where she was anymore.
At this moment, a full moon hung in the sky.
Up ahead in a small mountain village, a sudden glow of fire appeared—it looked lively.
So Feng Liuli walked toward it.
She saw many villagers kneeling and kowtowing to a single person in the center of the village.
Feng Liuli’s gaze was immediately drawn to that person in the middle.
That was a very, very beautiful person—though it was unclear whether they were male or female.
Too beautiful to be a man.
But no chest at all—too flat to be a woman.
That person also noticed Feng Liuli and looked at her with a playful smile.
Feng Liuli pursed her lips and blurted out instinctively, “Big Sister?”
“Big Sister? You called me Big Sister?” The person chuckled, “How interesting that you called me Big Sister. No one’s called me that in years.”
“Big Sister, you look so pretty,” Feng Liuli said honestly.
The person moved, slowly rising from their seat.
His posture was upright, his movements graceful and fluid, as if every motion carried a unique rhythm.
He wore a bright red robe—
The robe was made of fine material, dazzlingly vibrant like flames, flickering brightly under the moonlight.
Though clearly a man, he was dressed as a woman.
His face was delicate, skin as pale as snow, willow brows arched like a crescent moon, eyes bright like stars, lips naturally red without makeup, and long, glossy black hair cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders.
With the flaming red robe and exquisite makeup, it was truly hard to tell if he was male or female.
“You’re not afraid of me?”
“Why should I be afraid of you?” Feng Liuli asked back.
“They’re all afraid of me.”
With a wave of his hand—
In an instant, a terrifying surge of power erupted from his palm like a torrential flood, sweeping in all directions.
The villagers, still standing just moments before, didn’t even have time to scream before they were utterly consumed by the terrifying force.
In the blink of an eye, their bodies exploded, scattering into countless fragments of ash, black smoke swirling through the air.
At the same time, blazing fire roared skyward, spreading like wildfire.
The flames licked every inch of land and building, reducing everything they touched to charred black.
With just one casual sweep, the entire village collapsed as if hit by an apocalyptic disaster.
The once peaceful and harmonious village no longer existed—only ruins and drifting dust remained.
The streets once filled with laughter, the houses that held memories—all vanished in flame and destruction.
A gust of wind blew, carrying ash into the air like a mournful, tragic funeral.
In this dead silence, no cries of pain could be heard, no signs of life felt.
Everything happened so fast that for the people and livestock of this village, death arrived in the blink of an eye.
Just like that, a complete village and all living beings within it vanished without a trace.
“Are you afraid of me now?” he asked with a soft laugh.
Feng Liuli froze, her body trembling slightly.
“You… you killed them?”
“Yeah, I killed them. So what?”
“Why did you kill them?” Feng Liuli asked.
“Why? Then why do you eat meat—eat chicken, eat duck, eat pork? Why do you kill them?”
Feng Liuli was speechless.
“Because you’re stronger. Because you’re strong, so you can eat their meat.
To me, they’re no different from pigs or dogs. I wanted to kill them, so I did.”
He smiled.
“Are you afraid of me now?”
Feng Liuli hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
“Why not?” his voice was low.
“I don’t know. I just feel you’re really kind.” Feng Liuli said seriously.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, “I’m Shangguan Suiyun, Ghost King of Supreme City.”
“I’m Feng Liuli, a disciple of Mount Shushan.”
“Feng Liuli…” Shangguan Suiyun murmured, “You really look like my younger sister.”
“No one’s called me ‘younger sister’ in a long time.”
“You had an older brother?”
“Yeah, my brother really loved me. But later he got sick and passed away.” Feng Liuli said with sadness.
Shangguan Suiyun asked cautiously, “Then… how about I be your older brother from now on?”
“Really?”
“Really!!”
Shangguan Suiyun reached out and patted Feng Liuli’s head.
“I will use my life to protect you, my little sister.”
“Mm, Brother.” Feng Liuli nodded.
“.............”
“Where are you going?”
“I got separated from my fellow disciples. I’m heading back to Mount Shushan.”
“Don’t go back just yet. Let’s go have some fun together, okay?” Shangguan Suiyun suggested.
“Okay, okay! I’ll listen to Brother.”
Shangguan Suiyun and Feng Liuli ran in the rain.
Under the moonlit sky, they shared their thoughts and feelings.
They walked along the ancient road, listening to the sound of couriers galloping by, listening to passing merchants sing mountain songs they couldn’t understand.
They ate sugar figures and sat in teahouses listening to storytellers speak of legends.
They met people from across the land—then parted ways again.
